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"Impressive."

I couldn't help but preen at the intimidating Emperor's words. I did hit a clean shot, after all. Still-

"However, that is something any marksman worth their salt can do."

And just like that, my confidence came back down to healthy levels as I let the excitement leave my body. Cause of course shooting something down that wasn't even a few dozen meters away from me wouldn't constitute some semblance of supernatural skill. Then again, now that I thought about it, why even ask me to do it in the first place?

I could only nod in the Emperor's direction as I gazed directly into his scrutinizing eyes. He had the same golden irises as his daughter, but his was of a duller sort as it seemingly bore straight into my soul.

"Your name is Moriya, correct?"

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," I stuttered, almost buckling under the pressure that his gaze was giving me.

"Tell me, how long have you been fighting?"